I'm writing on my IPod
I've been doing it since last night,
it is a tad bit hard
but, fills me with much delight.
I can save it after I'm done
then add it to my laptop,
don't have to worry about loss
might not be able to stop.
I'm a little new at this
writing on this little screen,
I can write anywhere in the house
even do it while I clean.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.11/2015
Before I post my poetry though, I have to make a few adjustments, which isn't too bad. I guess.
iPOD
Green peas
Do please
if i was an iPhone or maybe even an iPod
you would turn the speakers up just to hear me speak
and we'd talk
if i wasn't just a dog
i would be with you all the time
and we'd even go for long long walks at night
if i could be something else that could be seen
then maybe you would see me
if i was a TV
maybe you would pay more attention to me
or even if I was just the remote control
i would be the one you always want to hold
if i was your Xbox or even just a video game
then you would sit with me instead
and we could play games together everyday day
if i was your brand new car
together we could drive under the stars
and as long as i can ride with u
i dont care how far we go or what we do
if i was your best friend
i think of all the time we'd spend
but im just a stupid dog
i'm cant even tag or post on your wall
but you were the one that picked me up
you picked me out of all the other pups
and for that i wouldnt change you at all
i will come every time my name is called
Dion Warwick shook me awake this morning
unfairly accusing me of being a 'Heartbreaker'
Over coffee, Neil Diamond chimed in
with his girlfriend 'Sweet Caroline'
The Allman Brothers piled in my car
and did a punishing version of 'Whippin' Post'
J. S. Bach pranced with precision beside me at work
conducting 'Brandenburg Concertos'
Cocky ole Waylon Jennings relieved him after lunch
braggin' that he was a 'Honky-Tonk Hero'
Aretha Franklin nagged me all the way home
claiming I didn't show enough 'Respect'
Jimi Hendrix freaked me out in the shower
with a shocking dose of 'Purple Haze'
Had dinner at 'MacArthur's Park' with Donna Summer
(They served some rather soggy cake for dessert)
Then the whole gang treated me to an evening concert
by the Royal Scottish Bagpipes performing 'Amazing Grace'
Wiping my tears, I bid them God's speed and goodnight
Can't WAIT to see who's on tap for tomorrow...
When you put on your headphones and hear your Ipod,
is it only me who imagines things and puts on a facade?
I imagine I am something better or maybe even great,
It maybe the girl of my dreams and me on a date.
In some fantasies, I am the hero of the day,
I always know the perfect things to say.
I might have a very special talent to show my friends,
or I stand up to someone who laughs at me and offends.
Its like the show Cheers, everyone knows my name,
or I catch the winning touchdown, in the big game.
In all my dreams, I am the man,
Everyone loves me, or is a big fan.
Do people read this and think this guy is weird?
I know I am too old for this, heck I have a beard.
People may poke fun at and ridicule me, but they aren't God,
So I am going to embarrass them, as I listen to my Ipod.
I am watching an old movie on my ipod while on my treadmill
these old eyes of mine are crying in relation to the sadness
that the character in the movie is facing
LONELINESS is a familiar trait that binds everyone together
when something in their lives seems empty without hope or love
I tune the IPOD to Jim Croce's TIME IN THE BOTTLE and feel the
passage of time that echoes my sentimental sentiments with
a sad refrain that will endure until my spirit finally leaves this EARTH place
AHHHH..
look at this lonely person and reflect with whatever
eyes and thought that you can see and imagine
It is my turn now
Do not let it engulf your soul as it did mine
I will sleep now
it is highly doubtful if I should ever wake up again
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